“Blanche, I am delighted that you called to invite me to lunch,” Caroline said as she greeted her friend and slipped into her seat. “It has been far too long since we’ve had a chance to get together and talk properly.”

“Yes, I know. I’m sorry, Work has been insane lately.” Blanche smiled at her friend. “I’m sure you can relate. Congratulations on that new business venture. I hear you did some impressive bargaining”

“I can be very persuasive when I want to be.” Caroline grinned. “Now, enough shop talk, tell me about New York. I want to hear everything.”

Although she insisted it wasn’t necessary, when Jane and Bing first moved to New York, Bing took it upon himself to woo her properly.

Wooing, in Bing’s terms, basically meant showing up on Jane’s doorstep on a regular basis to shower her with compliments and surprise her with outings.

There were picnics in Central Park, visits to museums, meals at New York’s finest establishments, and tickets to just about every hit show on Broadway. Sometimes their dates were simple, and other times they were a tad extravagant but they were always exactly what Jane needed because she was with him.

“Good morning, Raven.” Edgar Allan Poe considered the bird shrewdly. “Actually, I suppose it’s not really a particularly good morning is it? You’re a stuffed bird and Lenore has left us and everything is terrible. I take it back. It’s actually a rather bad morning, Raven, aside from the sparkly sun peeking through the dusty curtains. I should close those, I prefer when it’s gloomy in here. It suits my mood better.”

Edgar picked up his quill but every word he etched seemed inadequate. He tore the parchment and threw it on the floor.

Lizzie loved watching William get dressed in the morning. It wasn’t that she admired his physique, though of course she did, it was that he went about the process so meticulously, and with such precision, that she found it fascinating. She’d laze on the bed, admiring the way he expertly clipped on his suspenders before running his thumbs beneath the straps, settling them over his shoulders. The tie came next and the deftness with which he wound the fabric around itself until it formed a perfect knot at the base of his neck was incredible. She could watch him forever.

The more time Anna spent with Kristoff, the more she discovered things that she liked about him. First, there was his loyalty, kindness, thoughtfulness, and goofy sense of humor. Plus, he had this little smile that would make her insides go all gooey. His hugs were her favourite thing about him though. His hugs that had a way of engulfing her, of making her feel warm, protected, and cared for. His hugs that made stormy nights seem less terrifying, sunny days seem brighter, and loneliness seem less empty. Anna looked forward to those hugs. Luckily for her, so did he.

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Hope was something that Jane Bennet had always had in spades. Whenever things were difficult, she was the first to look on the bright side. Even after Bing had left without a word, she had hope. Hope that he’d call her, hope that there was a reasonable explanation for everything, hope that he cared about her as much as she cared about him. As the months slipped by with no word, her hope shifted and she simply hoped that he was happy. When Bing showed up again, her hope shifted once more: perhaps this time, they would get it right.

The day Harry discovered that Wizard baubles were different than the ones Muggles used, he nearly had a heart attack. In past years, when he’d joined the Weasley’s at Christmas, the tree’d already been decorated, but this year he’d been enlisted to help. He took a shiny red bauble and was about to hang it when suddenly, the ornament started to shout instructions. Once he had it situated on the correct branch, the bauble belted out a rousing Christmas carol and fell silent. Each bauble sang a different tune and, once Harry got used to them, he quite liked them.

It’s not every day you get a second chance at love. For Rory and Jess, it happened at Christmas on the staircase at Luke’s. After a mildly awkward greeting, they sat and talked, really talked, for the first time in years. Rory found herself pouring out all of her worries and, when he opened up to her in return, she realised just how much he’d changed. As their eyes met, something familiar stirred within her chest and, for the first time in forever, she knew exactly what she wanted. So she leaned forward to kiss him and never looked back.

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Many voices filled Bo’s head throughout the day, but it was only Tamsin’s that permeated her thoughts and dreams at night. She’d dwell on Tamsin’s smile, the depth of her eyes, the way she’d told Bo she was perfect. For months, Bo dreamt of Tamsin, until finally she couldn’t take it any longer.

Despite the fact that she’d clearly lost her mind, Bo knocked on Tamsin’s door at 1 am. Tamsin’s eyes were heavy with sleep, yet her entire face lit up at the sight of Bo. Suddenly lips met lips in a spine tingling kiss and nothing else mattered.

When Lydia was five, she was obsessed with cats. Every day at school she would “play cats” with her friends, meowing as they crawled around the playground. At home she could often talk Jane into painting whiskers and ears on her face and she’d use a skipping rope for a tail.

As December approached, Lydia begged for a kitten. Lizzie insisted it wasn’t going to happen, but Lydia knew her sister had to be wrong.

On her sixthbirthday, when her mother handed Lydia the tiny, squirming tabby, she beamed in triumph (and promptly stuck her tongue out at Lizzie).

Katniss flashed Peeta a sympathetic look as an outlandish red and white feathered dress was tugged over his head. Next, a long, curly haired wig was placed upon his head and someone attacked his face with a make-up brush.

She glanced down at the sequinned trousers and jewel encrusted shirt she’d been shoved into a few minutes earlier. At the time she’d thought they were hideous, but after seeing what Peeta was being subjected to she started to feel guilty.

As they made their way downstairs later Katniss gripped Peeta’s hand and prayed Cinna’s cross-dressing plan would work.

Peter Pan loved Neverland the way that most young children loved their parents. Neverland had all the answers, it was always there for him and it provided him with everything he ever dreamed of or needed.

The only thing Neverland couldn’t do was ease his loneliness, so whenever the void within him grew to be unbearable, he’d send the Shadow to bring him a new companion. The shadow brought him many boys but, although he earned their loyalty, none seemed to understand him and he soon came to the conclusion that Neverland was the only thing he could count on.

Mia looked at her menu. She was pretending to make a decision when in fact she was actually trying to avoid her grandmother’s gaze. Beside her, Michael shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Mia sighed. She might as well get this over with. After making a show of setting the menu aside, she met her grandmother’s eyes. “So what’s this about, grand-mère? Why did you insist that Michael and I to join you for lunch today?”

“Am I not allowed to want to have a nice meal with my granddaughter and her boyfriend?”

There were days where Rose and the Doctor spent all their time running - either chasing someone, or being pursued. Other days, they had grand adventures where they met all manner of lovely and interesting species all over the galaxy and it was peaceful and wonderful and they made new friends.

Then there were the days like today where he took her to exotic planets for a restful vacation. The day was perfect and drama free… at least until the sunshine attacked them and the Doctor remembered why he didn’t visit this particular planet very often.

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Happy holidays, everyone. I am so sorry I’m still ridiculously behind on these. Between family stuff and other commitments I haven’t had the time I thought I would to do these. My goal is to have them all up by new year’s though. I’ll tag with your tumblr name if that’s how you requested, or tweet you if you did it that way so you won’t mis it.

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Erin is awful and gave me a very hard prompt to do justice to in 100 words. *sigh* (also one that broke my heart to have to write - I swear I did not do this by choice) I did my best. It's below the cut since unlike Erin, most people do not like this kind of angst.

There's 1 prompt space left now so if you haven’t given me one yet and would like to, you may do so on tumblr or on LiveJournal(you can even send me a tweet if you follow me on twitter! :))

Jane and Rochester were curled up on the couch together. Outside, the rain fell relentlessly, occasionally hitting the window and leaving rivulets of water that trickled downward in lazy patterns which fascinated Jane. Inside, it was warm, cozy, and comfortable, and Jane felt more at ease than she had in weeks. During quiet intervals such as this she felt cherished, loved, and appreciated, her doubts and uncertainties fading away. Here in this moment while he poured over paperwork, and she read her book, they were equals. They were merely two human beings who loved each other, and that was enough.

Jane hadn’t grown up around animals, so she’d been surprised to find that her favourite companion at Thornfield was Pilot.

Pilot was loving, loyal, and nonjudgemental. He was a constant in a world where people continually let her down. Pilot was always there for her, ready to accept a hug, cuddle up beside her, or lick her face.

Jane’s favourite thing about Pilot though, was the way he would greet her at the door, his head tilted in that adorable way of his that said, “I’m so excited to see you!”

Pilot, it turned out, was just what she needed. __________________________________________Previous Drabbles: